Thank you to all of my reviewers for Chapter 1. I'm glad you like the story, so I am determined to keep on writing! Oh yes, and I changed her brother in this story to a boy named Seth since I needed Raoul for another part. He is going to be her boyfriend in the story (I know, you probably hate me for this, but don't worry, you'll see what happens. ;)). Please R&R!

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The bus to school was a long and boring one. Meg wasn't on the bus today because of the detention she received from Mr. Pratt. I felt so sorry for her, and so ashamed, because I knew that it was my fault. I sighed and looked out the window. The lawn was a sparkling emerald, with dew covering most of it. Mist sprinkled down the window as I touched the glass. Since the glass was so foggy, I decided to write my name on it.

I wrote on the wet window with my index finger, "Christine + Raoul LOVE," I smiled at my beautiful handwriting, but then grew bored for my writing started to drip with cold water.

Raoul is my boyfriend. We have been going out this whole year now, and I was way excited for summer. We got out of school on June 8th, which is in four weeks. I still wonder if I'm going to make it until summer. Raoul invited me on a camping trip he is taking with his family. It should be fun, we will go swimming, roast marshmellows over the toasty fire, and maybe even fish. I hate fishes, but fishing is fun. Once I catch one I usually let Raoul take it off, for I can't bare to touch wet wiggling fish.

Suddenly the bus screeched to a halt, and everyone screamed.

"Calm down, I just stepped on the brakes! You want me to get into an accident?" Mr. Slack hollered. I heard the door open and everyone looked to see who was getting on. We never picked up anyone in this neighborhood, so I thought it must be a new kid.

A boy stepped on to the bus, who was a little taller than me. He was pale, but his face was clear. No acne or spots covered them. Usually all the boys I see have a little bit of acne on them, except Raoul.

He had black shaggy hair and dark eyes. I noticed that he had some eyeliner on. Why do boys where eyeliner? He wore black baggy pants that had holes and chains on them. They were very dirty, and once he stepped forward, I thought he was going to trip. His shoes were black etnies, and he had black and white laces.

He stepped forward again. I was still looking at his shoes. I didn't notice that he stood in front of me until he finally spoke to me.

"So, I see you like my shoes?"

I looked up and blushed. That was embarrasing, I thought to myself.

"Yeah," was all I could say. He smiled and sat down next to me. Once he did, Mr. Slack started driving like a maniac again. Once the bus did a sharp turn, every one flew to their right, which meant I was pushed up against the gothic boy.

He flew his arms out and held me so I wouldn't go flying off the seat. Something poked me on my stomach and I looked down to see his sharp silver braclet almost piercing me.

He must of noticed my pain, for he immediatley took his hand away. "I'm sorry," he said.

"Oh that's okay, I have to thank you though. I would of gone flying off the seat,"

He smiled and gave me the most sweet look. He looked very calm and nice for a boy who dressed like that.

"Oh yeah, I'm Logan. What's yours?" He asked.

"I'm Christine. So, are you new here?"

"Yeah, I just moved here from New York."

"Really? I've always wanted to visit New York!"

"It's a beautiful town." He said simply.

We were both quiet for a moment until I asked, "Isn't it strange that you are coming here now? School is almost over."

He looked at me and I almost had to regret what I said. It wasn't a bad question, was it? I was only scared because his dark eyes were piercing into mine. But then he smiled.

"Yes, it's strange. I wanted to wait until next year to get a fresh start, but my mom made me start now. Strange, isn't it?"

I only nodded and smiled faintly.

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Since today was a Friday, school went by very slowly. Every hour felt like five hours, and all I wanted to do was go home. Meg was to come over for a sleepover today after she got out of detention.

As I walked out of Woodshop, I noticed Raoul waiting for me by the doors. We would always walk to lunch together.

"Raoul!" I squealed, then ran over to him and gave him a hug. He kissed my cheek and as I hugged him, I saw Logan leaning against the wall.

He looked at Raoul in an angry sort of way once he kissed me. As Raoul's hands explored my backside, Logan's eyes grew wider and meaner. I started to get scared and I told Raoul that we wouldn't get a good table in the cafeteria if we didn't leave now.

We eventually left the building and walked to the cafeteria. I always took a glance behind my shoulder, and I always saw Logan. He was usually just leaning against a wall, and when he would catch me looking at him, he would grin. Other times I saw him walking behind people, starring madly at Raoul. A chill went down my spine as I saw him.

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"Christine! Where are you?" Meg called out from the bottom of the stairs. She was having a sleepover tonight, and since Seth was gone, we would have a blast by raiding his room.

"I'm up here, Meg!" I called out from my room. I put away my diary that I had been writing in for the past ten minutes away and heard the thump of her suitcase hit the ground.

"So, what do you want to do?" Meg asked me. "Raid your brother's room?"

"We'll wait until later to do that," I said. "Let's go swim."

Meg and I swam for three hours and later when we had got out, it was eight 'o' clock. Meg asked if we could raid Seth's room now, but I told her that we had to wait until my parents were sleeping. Last time we were caught raiding his room in the evening. We watched The Phantom of the Opera and when we were finished watching the special features it was already eleven thirty.

"I think they're asleep," Meg pointed out.

We both tiptoed over to Logan's room and once we got there, we grinned and started scanning everything in there. Books to magazines, clothes, and Meg even looked in his underwear drawyer.

"Ooooh," She said, as she held up some red boxers.

"Gross, Meg! Put that down! You never know, he might not of washed it!"

Meg squealed and threw the boxers back into the drawyer. I giggled and decided to look at his computer files. The compter was on a screensaver of Emmy Rossum, so we clicked and waited for the main page to pop up.

Once the main page came, there was a little article on the bottom toolbar that said, "Ouija facts and how..." I clicked it curiously and scanned the whole page. It was facts about the Ouija board Seth had bought and how to use it correctly.

"Meg, see that blue box over on Seth's dresser? Take it to my room, I'll be there in a second."

Meg did exactly as I told her, and I clicked out of the website and went over to my room. I know that before I said I never wanted to use a Ouija board, but it all seemed so exciting! I wanted to talk to my grandma, who passed away many months ago.

The Ouija board was blue and had a yellow moon in the right hand corner. The left hand-corner had a sun. On the right hand corner, was the word, "Yes," and on the left it had the word, "No". In the middle of the board it had the whole alphabet written on it and the numbers 1 threw ten. On the very top of the board was the word "Hello," and on the bottom, "Goodbye."

"What is this, Christine?" Meg asked me as I sat down on the ground and set the Ouija board up like a board game.

"A Ouija Board," I replied.

Meg would of screamed if she didn't clasp her hand over to her mouth. She squealed and shook head back and forth. When she took her hand off her mouth she said, "Christine, no! You can't use these, they're evil!"

I only laughed. "Yeah right. Besides, I want to talk to my grandma. Don't you want to talk to your Uncle?"

Meg only sighed and sat down across from me. Once the board was set up, I told her to barely put her index finger and middle finger over the planchette. Once I set my fingers on the planchette, Meg shot back her head and rubbed it as if someone had just poked it.

"Christine, I can't do this."

I sighed. Knowing that I could never talk her into it, I told her to get some paper and a pen and take notes of what the spirit said. While Meg got the paper, I lit two candles. One purple, one green, then turned the lights off. I snickered and put my fingers on the planchette so that I was barely touching it.

"Christine, I'm scared." Meg whimpered.

"Hush!" I told her. "I'm trying to contact them now!"

Meg and I stared wide-eyed at the planchette. After a few moments, I finally said, "Hello."

Nothing happened after a while. I was getting a little impatient since the planchette wasn't moving like I wanted it to. After a few more minutes, I groaned.

"Christine," Meg said in a scared sort of way. "It's not working, let's put it away now!"

All of a sudden, a pillow flew across the room and hit Meg right in the face. I gasped and looked at the board. The plachette had moved to, "Hello".

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Meg gasped. She threw the pillow back on the bed and grabbed her piece of paper and pen.

I felt so shocked that I couldn't move. But Meg scolded me to put my fingers back on it. I did as she said, and asked, "What is your name?"

The planchette moved to the letters "E-R-I-K". After it had spelled it's name, Meg showed me her piece of paper and it had 'Erik' written on it. Since I knew now that his name was Erik, I started to talk to him.

Me: Hello Erik.

Erik: Hello Christine

Me: How are you?

Erik: Fine

Me: How did you die?

The planchette didn't move for a while, so I thought that I had made him angry. But he eventually started to spell again.

Erik: of love

Me: You died of love?

Erik: Yes

Me: I'm sorry

Erik: Don't be, prnissec

I looked at Meg and asked, "What does that mean?"

"Hold on, maybe he just spelled it wrong." I waited a few moments and eventually Meg revealed the word that Erik had spelled wrong.

"He spelled Princess."

"Princess?"

"Yes."

I decided to ask Erik why he had called me Princess.

Me: Erik, why did you call me Princess?

Erik: Because you are my princess

Me: I am?

Erik: Yes

Me: But I have a boyfriend.

Erik: Who

Me: His name is Raoul.

Erik didn't answer me. The planchette moved around the board very fast, and it went to all four corners. It also went to the number '666' and did a figure eight. Then, the planchette fell off the board.

Meg and I stared at the board for a long time.

"Okay, that was weird." I said.

"Oh god, Christine! You know what just happened?" Meg squealed.

"What?"

"We just let out an evil spirit! We probably let out a billion of them!"

"How did we let them out?"

"When the planchette falls off the board, we just let out an evil spirit. When it goes to all four corners, we also let out an evil spirit. And when it goes to the number '666' and does a figure eight..."

"Well?"

"We let out an evil spirit!"

Suddenly, the lights started to flicker on and off and a shoe flew across the room, crashing into my radio and knocking it down. The window also opened and closed many times, and Meg and I had to clasp our hands over our mouths to stop our screams.

But then suddenly, as the lights were flickering on and off, I saw a dark figure in the corner of my room. It had a dark cloak, dark hair, and piercing eyes. It wore all black, except for a white mask that covered the right side of his face. I only saw him when the lights had flickered on, but when they flickered off, he was gone.

I couldn't take it anymore. This had to be the scariest moment of my life. Meg was screaming and she started to cry, and all I could do was scream until the lights went out for good.